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Chapter 4

Zach pov

After hearing my mother didn't love me all my life.

When I got far enough away from everybody I was in the crappy part of town.

Turning into a broken down alleyway I punched a brick wall but not hard enough to break anything.

I leaned on the wall and slide down to to dirt. Which I belong here. In the dirt.

Putting my hands over my face I felt tears building up and I let them go.

I don't know how long I cried but I cried till I had no tears left.

I stand up and I start to walk. I don't know where. I just need a walk.

Connor James lives in this neibourhood the thought dawned on me.

Walking up to his house I felt anxiety slowly build in the pit of my stomach.

Climbing slowly up to steps and knocking on the faded door was nerve wracking.

About to knock again The door opened to reveal Conner.

Conner had a dirty blonde fringe he was wearing all black. No surprise there. But what did surprise me was he had his nails painted.

Being pushed down I catch myself before hiting the concrete but then suddenly was pushed again without warning.

Attempting to get up again I was held down. With all my strength I tryed to push myself of the ground. Only to be sat on by none other then Andy Portman.

Andy being the size of a whale my fragile bones didn't do anything much.

"Get off him!" Someone suddenly shouted

"I am not doing anything wrong!" Andy shouted back

"Get off!" Suddenly the weight was lifted and I scrambled to my feet.

I glance down to see Andy trying to stand with difficulty.

"You okay?" Asked the same voice to help me.

"Fine, thank you, for helping me" 

"Let's go" he said leading me away giving Andy a not so friendly gesture involving a certain finger.

Once the stranger lead me from earshot he stopped abruptly.

"Once again thank you for helping me"

"No problem anytime"

"I'm Zach Lyman" I say extending my hand.

"I'm Conner. Conner James. Now known as your savior and hero"

"Cocky aren't we" I playfully say shoving my hand in my pockets.

"What do you want to do?" He asked as we continued walking.

"I don't know what does Connor James like to do for fun?"

"It's kind of cliche"

"What is it?!" I shout excitedly my interest peaked.

"Your a child"

"I know, what is it?"

"Photography"

"Can I see some pictures?"

Conner rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"We can take some?" He asked sheepishly

I nod excitedly and we walk.

After what feels like forever we arrive to his house.

"Stay here" he instructed.

"Zach?" Conner said throwing me back to reality

"Hi my savior my hero"

Conner smiled remembering.

"How can I save you today?"

"Can I stay for a couple nights?"

"Absolutely"

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